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[h2]Sagamiyama[/h2]
[h3]Saturday - Evening[/h3]
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Ouga’s voice made Mitsuaki practically jump out of his skin. Whirling, eyes wide, he sucked in his breath the moment he saw his mentor battered and bruised. They had to fight too, then, at the park? He hated to admit it, but that thought alone let a wave of relief wash over him.

At least it meant they hadn’t abandoned him. 

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Mitsuaki looked down at his arm, watching the bleeding stop completely. [color=6B91BA]“Oh…Thanks,”[/color] taking in Ouga’s words, he nodded. Before he had a chance to ask his questions, though, Ouga was heading away. Biting the inside of his lip, Mitsuaki watched, before he also finally took the first steps to getting home.
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[center][h2]Suzuma Household[/h2]
[h3]Sunday - Morning[/h3][/center]

As Mitsuaki walked home, every corner he passed made him jumpy. Eyes scanned the darkness of the streets like prey, and it took him a while to fully shake the feeling of being watched. There were no more eyes on him, he [i]knew[/i] that, but the feeling still persisted until he was back home and in his own body.

Painkillers were popped to try to soothe his now unbloodied arm, and the boy chased sleep that would only come fitfully when the sun began to peak over the horizon. 

It was the dinging of his phone that finally spurred him awake, a groggy groan coming from him as he covered his eyes with his arm. It was too early, always too early. He just wanted to sleep a little bit longer, to get rid of his feelings for just [i]a little bit longer[/i]. 

Feeling for his phone, he found it tossed underneath some blankets. 

Ouga. Candy Shop. Ugh. Five more minutes…

It only took him those five minutes to get ready. Hair an unruly, wild mess, earrings in, clothes on, bag over his shoulder, he was out the door with a quick [i]’got work’[/i] to Chiaki and Eijiro. Mitsuaki saw the concern on their faces, but no one stopped him. There would probably be questions later, by which time there would be excuses to give. 
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[center][h2]Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop[/h2]
[h3]Sunday - Mid-Morning[/h3][/center]

Mitsuaki took his sweet time getting to the candy shop. Arm still hurting to all Hell, exhausted, and stuck in his own mind, his feet took him wandering. Last to arrive, he stood a distance aways from the shop as he barely heard the commotion. 

At least the feeling of being prey wasn’t sticking to him like it had the night before. Perhaps it was the sun shining and the birds singing that set him at ease. 

Approaching the group that lingered outside, he remained at the back of the other men and Rei, watching as Sara tucks her way inside first.